Neglected Fields - Whatever That Tempts Lyrics
From distant wave to hurricaneFrom secret lust to world aghastAnd pain inaneYes, chaos proliferousChaos spawn, grownFrom serpent speech to deeds eldritchFrom blow to stormFrom high-raised hands to intermentAnd hate innateAs the plot unwindsAs these pestilent spores we imbibe... Forever rage's becoming guideBurn every seed-Whatever that tempts, that enslaves,Whatever that they've unleashed upon.Us; another triumph of hateAnother spirit in questThe link of wrath in a chain of scorn.Every doubt...Too blotesque the icon they paintWhat is this substance to call it God?The poison is vomited out,It's a vicious art.